Breaks within the twilight of the room;
And Ione, loud and wildly shrieking,
Starts and gazes through the ghastly gloom.
Nothing sees she there—
All is empty air,
All is empty as a rifled tomb.
XIV.
Once again the voice beside her sounded,
Low, and faint, and solemn was its tone—
"Nor by form nor shade am I surrounded,